Since when is Buffy most people? She's barely some people. And it's not like she wouldn't care if she was just normal. She would! And she does care, even now! Just not as much. Death tops humiliation any day of the week.

Unless it's something not sexy and happens to her at school where all her peers can witness her social demise.

Frowning, Buffy lets him stop her advancements and attempts to keep up the charade of being upset even as he kisses her knuckles. Of course, she fails, happily at that; a smile blooming across her face. Hooking her arm over his, she cozies up to him as they head out of the cemetery.

"When you say a lot, do you mean because you had to kill all the ones I usually kill on top of the ones you kill? Or do you think more came here, knowing I was out of town?" She sees your romantic and raises you shoptalk on an otherwise intimate evening stroll. Somehow it still feels right. Though she does feel guilty he was here, fighting vampires off and keeping the Hellmouth safe while she was having a completely normal, human, teenage girl summer in Los Angeles. But if it's the latter, then there goes anymore chances at a normal summer. Giles will never let her leave again, if that's the case. Ugh.